The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Ancient, petrified tree trunks litter the floor of a massive, hollowed-out asteroid, like, some cataclysmic event must've blasted its core out. Air's stale and thin, no wind whatsoever, and it smells kinda like old concrete. A faint blue hum is resonating through the asteroid's crystalline structure, while miniature wormholes are somehow growing on its inner surface, casually bridging impossible distances between galaxies. Soft, pale light's filtering in from these tiny, pulsing apertures, illuminating clusters of cryptic, SHIBA-token-patterned symbols that seem to be embedded within the asteroid's stone itself.